i want it to have never happened. i want to sponge away the writing on this stone. i want to feel nothing, to have never felt anything. i want to forget all of it. the whole of it, gone like an exorcised ghost. i don't ever want to see it again. feeling this is too much work and i can't manage it anymore, now it's just a sick emptiness, like after you've thrown up, nothing left but you still taste bile.
the worrying part is, i can't get rid of it. i can't forget it, can't erase it. it will still be here. like a body to a corpse, like a corpse to a skeleton, like a skeleton to ashes- but the ashes are still there. they will be at our feet when we meet again. and what then?
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another of the old poems i've found in my notebooks. idk when it's from.
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